The Doll Taking Control

"Evan?" Eternity's voice was barely a whisper as she inhaled the intoxicating scent of Evan's freshly showered skin.

His aroma was clean and inviting, a testament to his recent bath. It left her contemplating what he might smell after a grueling gym session. The mere thought of his musky, salty scent made her cheeks turn red.

Aware of her presence and craving, Evan responded with a contented hum. They lay entwined on the sofa, Eternity nestled against Evan's bare, warm chest. His strong arm encircled her, holding her close as if he had no intention of ever releasing her.

With a hint of hesitation in her voice, Eternity began to speak.

"I was just wondering..."

Evan gazed down at her, their eyes locking in a tender moment of connection.

"What is it?" Evan inquired, his deep voice hinting at curiosity and affection.